Max woke up limping Monday morning. I thought he had picked up a sand spur or something because we’re back in the southwestern desert. I checked his paw carefully, but couldn’t see anything at all. It felt a little hot, but that could have been my imagination.
We went outside to walk him, and I was hoping it was something he’d walk off, but he didn’t. It was clearly painful, and we walked slowly out to where he “did his business,” and back to our room.
I looked his paw over again after I fed him, but everything looked fine – except for the hard limp. I went online and Googled veterinarians in Kingman, then decided to use YELP.com on my iPhone because they provide real people reviews. None of the vets had reviews on Yelp, so I Googled vets in Flagstaff, which was our planned destination today.
Canyon Pet Hospital had several excellent reviews on Yelp, so I called them and explained my predicament. They gave us an appointment for this afternoon, and we got organized for the drive. Max hobbled to the car, I loaded our stuff in, and we headed for help.
It was a beautiful drive through some of the same places we drove on the way out: Seligman – remember that 60s era Route 66 tourist trap? Ash Fork – where we picked up I-40 West after traveling through Oak Creek Canyon and Sedona. Ah, that was a beautiful day… I had planned to go to Sedona and drive north through the canyon today, but Max needed to see the doctor so that trip was off.
We got to Flagstaff early, so were able to get into the walk-in appointment at 2 instead of waiting til 3. Dr. Miller, who owns the practice, was marvelous. She got down on Max’s level and let him climb on her, rub his face on her legs, and just be the loving, sweet dog that he is. She checked out his sore paw, and couldn’t see anything either.
She was able to isolate the painful area to one of his toes, and suggested X-rays to see if anything was broken. So, off he went for pictures. When she came back to show me the X-rays, she said the good news was that nothing is broken. The hard part about X-rays is that they don’t show any soft tissue injuries, but that’s what she suspects is going on.
He could have sprained a ligament, which will need to heal. To heal, he needs to be kept quiet. No jumping around, no running… So the RX? A prescription for NSAIDs (doggy ibuprofen), and no dog parks for 10 days.
We got to our hotel about 3PM, and he immediately got up on the bed to rest. I took a little nap with him. After, I wanted to go to the grocery store to get some food for dinner, some meat, and maybe a nice juicy bone for him. He got up and jumped off the bed, immediately holding his injured paw up, and not willing to move an inch. OUCH!
I decided to order food from Dominos and not make him walk anywhere. While I waited for my order to be delivered, I fed him his dinner with his medicine, and got him settled on the bed again.
And then, the delivery guy knocked on the door. Before I could stop him, he jumped off the bed AGAIN, with a little yelp this time. So, he’s got a nice little bed on the floor for now.
And I have to be more of a Florence Nightingale.